As you can tell from my previous posts, I am not a poet. But in light of recent life circumstances, I find this poem quite appropriate. May I consider this poem as I try to grow into a man of God.

As Children bring their broken toys,

with tears for us to mend,

I brought my broken dreams to God,

Because he was my friend. 

But then Instead of leaving Him

In peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help,

With ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried,

“How can you be so slow?”

“My child” he said, “What could I do?

You never did let go.”

(Lauretta P Burns. quoted by Erwin Lutzer’s Making the Best of a Bad Decision, 39-40)